#i know I've only practised it for a few hours now but this is so fun

[doctor-octiddius]

BREAKING NEWS: WEIRD AL HAS TAKEN ANOTHER PRISONER (aka hey guys, I have an accordion now)

[kamisama1kiss]

IM SHAKINH PLEADE WTOYE GOR SALLY FACR

YESSS 🫡🫡 I love writing for Sally Face, so this was something I had very fun writing around with🫶🤭

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What would be their type of love language? {Sally Face Headcanons}

~ Sal Fisher ~

Physical touch

- He melts into your touch like a cat laying in the sun.

- He was very awkward with the first touch of anything hugs, kisses, hand holding, cuddles, and so on and so forth.

- Only growing more and more comfort in your overall aura.

- Holding hands or minimum pinky while walking and in public, feeling some sort of safety when having you close and being able to easily reach out if anything.

- This also happens with his lack of physical touch of growing up after his mother's passing.

- When your cuddles give him a sense of stability, even more so when waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. (sadly often so)

- The very first time your hands gently cupped his unmasked face, tears streamed down his face, warmth of someone's touch felt healing after such a long time.

Acts of service

- Loved to do even the simplest of tasks for you

- Would help with folding laundry, wash the dishes, making your bed

- Every task turned into a duo project with him around. He refused to let you do chores or anything in the matter of fact alone.

- You're doing the dishes, he finds out and boom he is next to you drying the dishes

- Even bringing you small little snacks or drinks as he noticed your lack of intake for the day

- Legit, if anything can make your day even just a little easier, he simply just does it.

~ Larry Johnson ~

Quality time

- You want to spend alone time in your room? Think again it's alone time WITH Larry in your room

- Even if there was no speaking or interaction as he could be painting and you doing who knows what

- Knowing you we're there, knowing he isn't alone only made him fall more in love with you. (If that's even possible?)

- Larry has to go to the store for his mother? He will drag you along with him.

- Jumps at any chance to have you by his side, even for a mere moment.

- Of course, if you genuinely need space, he respects it and comes back when you feel better. Just know he'll be a tiny bit clingy for the next hours or so depending on how long the time separated was.

Words of affirmation

- This man has a way with words like no other. It's almost as if he has been practising for this very moment

- Coming up behind you with no warning, giving you a compliment

- Daily reminds you how proud he is of you for doing your absolutely best, knowing there are hard times for everyone at many moments of their life

- When in more of a public places he can come up with a few smaller comments such as "You've truly been helpful all day." Or "Thank you for being here with me" and words such alike these.

- Now, when we talk more of private settings, he'll get more personal and sentimental. "You make every moment we spend feel like a breath of fresh air." Or "I am truly the luckiest boyfriend, with someone like you on my side"

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I've reached over 1000 likes all together with all my posts! I am so very happy and grateful for anyone who has interacted with any of my content 😚🫶

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Steps Towards - Carlos Sainz

<word count - 3007> |part 1 - Scheming|

You didn't say anything else, and neither of you made the effort to move. Both of you were comfortable, and moving would probably result in awkwardness, and you wanted to avoid that as much as humanly possible. 

After a few more minutes, his hands still gently playing with your hair, Carlos spoke. "I should probably start getting ready," he said, moving his hands away. 

"Yeah, I probably should too," you said, knowing you'd have to be watching the practise sessions for the day. "Y'know, to get ready, we actually have to get up," Carlos teased, nudging you. 

"Oh yeah, sorry," you mumbled, moving away from him and sitting on the edge of the bed. You were trying to hide the blush of embarrassment that was flushed on your cheeks. You heard the bathroom door close behind him, and you took a minute to compose yourself. 

Were you really just going to move on and pretend that didn't happen? Maybe that was for the best. It would affect your professional relationship, and that was the last thing either of you needed. 

But, you loved every second you spent near him. And last night, even if you only knew about an hour or two of it, made your heart flutter in ways you didn't imagine was possible. He just had this thing about him, but you couldn't act on it. He was your job, not your future. 

Caught up in your thoughts, you didn't even notice Carlos exiting the bathroom. "Y/N?" he said, but you didn't hear him. "Hey, you alright?" He asked, as he appeared in front of you. He was ready for practise, Ferrari apparel clad. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," you weakly smiled at him, trying not to look at him in fear of never being able to look away. You had kept your cool since Carlos had started driving at Ferrari, so you could keep it up for now. 

"The bathrooms yours," he told you, towel drying his hair as he walked back around to his side of the bed, perching on the edge. "Thanks," you said, collecting your clothes for the day and going inside. 

It didn't take long for you to get ready, and when you left the bathroom, you saw Carlos getting his jacket on. "I'm going downstairs for breakfast with Charles before we leave for the track, you coming?" 

"Thanks, but I have some online meetings to do before practise," you said, getting your laptop out and setting it down on the dressing table so you could sit properly. "What are you going to do for breakfast?" he asked, leaning against the wall. 

"I'll probably just wait until lunch, I don't have any time to grab anything now," you explained, sitting down on the chair. "Call room service, I've got it covered," he said. You never normally got room service since the hotels that you were booked were normally quite fancy. And expensive. 

"You sure?" you asked as he opened the door to the room to reveal Charles, just standing there. "Yeah, of course, get whatever you want," he said, waving you goodbye. Shortly after, there was another knock on the door. "Come in!" you called, thinking it was Carlos since he had left his key or something.

"Cleaning service," the old lady said, pushing her cart into the room. 

"Yes please," you smiled at her as she got to work. She stripped the beds down and cleaned up the glasses of water on the tables. When she was done, the bed had been made and the whole room looked camera ready. 

"Have a nice day," she said as she approached the door to leave.

"Hey, wait a second," you called out to her, and she stopped in the doorway. You scrambled to find your purse, and when you did, you plucked a few notes out of it. "Here, thanks for this," you said, and she happily beamed at you. 

"Thank you very much," she said, tucking the notes into her pocket and wheeling the cart away and down the hall. You had around fifteen minutes until your meeting, so you picked up the phone and ordered yourself a stack of pancakes. 

They arrived within ten, so you had to eat them as quick as you possibly could. You may not have finished them, but you certainly would after the first meeting when you got a break. Your laptop started chiming, and you accepted the call as the faces of your co-workers appeared in boxes on the screen.

Meanwhile, Charles and Carlos were sat downstairs, scanning through the menu to see what they wanted. "So, how did it go?" Charles asked, a cocky grin spreading across his face. 

"How did what go?" Carlos shrugged having already decided that he wasn't going to give Charles anything. "You sharing a room with Y/N," he said, kicking Carlos' shin under the table. "Nothing happened, as I'm sure you'll be disappointed to hear," 

"Come on, nothing? Nothing happened?" Charles asked, desperate for a bit of gossip. He had been urging Carlos to ask you out for a few years now, and he finally thought his planning skills had paid off perfectly. Well, they had, but he didn't have to know about that for now. 

"No, nothing happened," Carlos said, sipping at the water from his glass. A part of him felt smug knowing that you had slept in the same bed and woken up, entangled in each others arms and he wasn't letting it slip. 

Charles just looked at him, a dejected expression painted on his face. "I don't know what you were expecting," Carlos smirked, absolutely reveling in Charles' disappointment. 

"Well it's a good job we still have a few nights, and I'm not planning on letting you back in the room any time soon," Charles said, thinking he still had the upper hand in the situation. Carlos had a feeling that this was how it was going to be for the weekend, and he had to admit that he was looking forward to it. 

"That's fine," Carlos said, not letting any sort of emotion show on his face.

"Oh I'm sure it is. I noticed the rooms only have one bed, don't think I let that slip my mind," Charles said, thinking he had finally cracked the code. "Pillow walls are a wonderous thing, Charles," Carlos smiled, watching as Charles slowly started to get irritated.

"Just ask her out already please. Then I won't have to do these kinds of things to you," Charles pouted, sighing. "I work with her, I am not going to ask her out."

"That's a bullshit excuse and you know it," Charles scoffed.

"Oh yeah? Why do you say that?" 

"Because you wouldn't care about any of that if you really liked her," Charles explained, smiling at the waiter who brought them their breakfast. "Maybe I don't like her as much as you think I do," Carlos said.

"Carlos, you look at her like she's the only person in the room and the look on your face when you see her is like a lovesick teenager. You're crazy for her, and everyone can see it," Charles said, tucking into his avocado on toast.

"Can they?" Carlos winced, knowing Charles had him on that one. When he looked at you, he never wanted to tear his eyes away. "You hardly try to keep it a secret. Everyone knows. Well, everyone except her," Charles said. 

"And that is how it's going to stay," Carlos said, as if it were an instruction that had to be obeyed. "Are you really that blind? She's got it bad for you, Carlos," Charles said as if it were a commonly known fact. "No, she doesn't,"

"Wait until you hear what I'm about to tell you then. I heard Y/N talking to Maria from the marketing team in the garage last weekend. They were giving their opinions on the drivers, and Maria asked about you. Y/N said, 'I can't say anything, I pretty much work for him'," Charles started explaining, the excitement in his voice was evident. 

"And I'm not surprised she said that, it was perfectly reasonable answer," Carlos tutted, continuing with his breakfast. "But you haven't let me get to the good bit yet. Maria pressed on a bit, since we all know you like her. Then Y/N said, 'He's lovely, he's cute. What more could I want?'" Charles giggled. 

Carlos tried not to let his happiness show on his face. "Charles you're acting like a teenager, it's not a big deal," Carlos said, dismissing his words.

"Not a big deal? I have just proved to you that she likes you back and you are telling me it's not a big deal? Sometimes I wonder about you, Carlos, I really do," Charles shook his head, wondering why his friend was so quick to dismiss the words he had wanted to hear all along. You liked him back.

But surely you didn't? You only said that because Maria had pushed for it, right? "Charles, Y/N and me is never going to happen," Carlos said, but it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself of that over it being something he truly believed. 

"But it can, you just need to take a chance. So what if it's awkward after? At least you tried. But I have a feeling it would be far from awkward, though," Charles said. Carlos stayed silent, his head and heart fighting for control. His heart told him to take the leap, but his head held his limbs still, not letting him soar off the edge.

"I'll think about it," he mumbled. Thankfully, the conversation moved on from you, and onto what they were feeling for this weekend. Just as they were finishing their breakfast, Carlos dropped some of his down his shirt. 

"Oh shit," Carlos sighed, setting his knife and fork down. 

"Mate really?" Charles laughed, passing him some napkins to try and wipe the stain away. As expected, it just made it worse. "Do you have any other shirts?"

"Yeah, but they're back in the room. How long do we have until we leave?" Carlos asked, still trying to wipe the stain away. "We've got like, five minutes," Charles chuckled. 

"Y/N should still be in the room, I'll call her," Carlos said, finding your number in his phone and dialling it. You were still in a meeting, but you weren't going to miss the call. "Sorry, I have to take this. I'll be quick," you said, standing from the chair and putting the call on mute. 

"Carlos, what's up?" you said.

"Could you bring me down another shirt? I may or may not have spilt my breakfast on it. I have a few spare hung up in the wardrobe," he explained.

"Yeah, I'll be down as soon as I can," you said, putting the phone down and springing into action. You went to the wardrobe and found one of his Ferrari polos hanging there, just like he said they would be. You took one and swiped the room key off the table and ran down the hall and down the stairs. 

You needed to make it quick so that you could be back to the meeting as soon as possible. Your eyes darted around the cafe downstairs when you reached it, but you couldn't spot any scarlet anywhere. 

Instead, you turned around and headed to the foyer. In the distance, you spotted the two drivers sat in some chairs as they waited. "Carlos!" You called out, rushing over to him. "Here," you said, handing him the shirt. "Thank you, you're a lifesaver!" he smiled, standing to take it off you.

"Are your meetings done yet?" he asked.

"Not yet, I'm still in one. I've just put myself on mute so I can come down here," you told him with a smile. "Oh sorry, I didn't know. I'll see you at the track later, yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I won't see you before practise, so good luck. You too, Charles," you smiled, looking over at the man from Monaco. "Don't get into any PR disasters while I'm gone!" You called back to him with a laugh as you went to skip up the stairs again. 

"You can't convince me she doesn't like you," Charles said, standing from his chair, "I'll meet you outside, the car should be here any minute," he continued, walking out of the glass doors to the outside entrance. "Yeah, alright," 

You went back to your room, but the meeting was almost over. You hadn't missed anything important, just the timings of some of the interviews they would be doing next week. Those were the kinds of things that were put on the post-meeting emails anyway. 

You didn't have anything else to do, so you thought you might as well head to the track. Collecting all of your stuff, you called a cab and it drive you to the track. By the time you had gotten there, Charles and Carlos were already in their cars, ready for the first practise. 

You watched through the practise and stayed in the Ferrari motorhome, since it was a nice space to get some more work done. You didn't have anything to do, so you started scheduling interviews for in a few races time. 

"Hey," you heard, and the couch next to you sunk under someone's weight. Turning to the side, you spotted Carlos, who was still in his race suit. "Hey, nice work out there," you smiled, closing your laptop and giving your full attention to him.

"Thanks, and thank you for earlier. I didn't mean to pull you out of your meeting or anything," he said. "Don't worry about it, it was a boring meeting anyway," you laughed, looking as a smile formed on his face.

"Can I get you dinner or something? As a sorry and a thank you," he asked. This was kind of him taking a chance, because he thought he'd be able to gauge how you felt by your reaction. "Carlos, you got me breakfast, that is more than enough. And don't be sorry, it was the perfect excuse to stretch my legs," you smiled. 

Your heart was beating a million miles a minute right now, and you could barely think straight. Surely it was just him being nice, but maybe it wasn't. Just maybe it wasn't. "But that was before I distracted you from your meeting. Come on, it'll be fun," he said in a sing-song tone, nudging you. 

"Yeah, alright. How does Sunday night sound?" you asked, smiling. You were trying not to kick your legs about and squeal out of pure joy. "Perfect, I'll pick you up from our hotel room at seven?" he asked, standing back up as his engineer approached him. 

"I'll see you there," you laughed, watching as he waved and walked away. 

"Someone's looking cheerful," the voice of Maria said from next to you. She had taken the spot Carlos was just sat in. "Just having a good day," you said, not wanting to tell her anything. Maria could be a bit of a gossip, and word around the garage spread like wildfire. You didn't want people thinking this was more than it was, and you didn't want your job to be put in jeopardy. 

"You sure that doesn't have anything to do with a certain Spanish snack?" she giggled. Maria knew you both liked each other, and she was trying to play matchmaker like Charles. Only she didn't lock people out of hotel rooms to accomplish that. 

"No, simply a good day," you straight up lied, before getting up and heading over to the cafeteria to grab a snack, leaving Maria to speculate. 

Carlos was stood in the back of the garage, finishing up with telling his engineer about how the car was feeling and the things he wanted to change for the next practise. Just as he had been left alone, Charles appeared beside him. 

"Hey mate, a few of us are going for drinks on Sunday night, you wanna come?" Charles asked, leaning on the wall next to him. "Sorry, I've already made plans," he said, desperately not wanting to tell him what he was actually doing. 

"With who? You don't have any other friends," Charles teased, causing Carlos to scoff at him. 

"I do have friends, you just don't know them,"

"Then who are you going out with?" Charles pressed.

"A friend," Carlos kept his answer short. He didn't want Charles to tease him if he told him he was taking you out to dinner. "A lady friend or just a friend friend?" he winked.

"Just a friend friend," Carlos said, hoping he wouldn't see through his lies and leave the subject all together. "What are they called? Have I met them?" Charles asked. 

However, Carlos was side-tracked by spotting you out of the corner of his eye. His gaze was trained on you as you walked through the garage and out the other side. He just loved the way you moved and how you walked as if you hadn't a care in the world. 

"Oh my god you did it, didn't you?" Charles asked with a huge, beaming smile on his face. 

"Did what?" Carlos said as if he were oblivious to the fact he had just gotten completely side tracked by you. "The person who you're going out with just walked past, didn't they?"

"Yeah, they did," Carlos grinned, looking down at his feet to try and hide his excitement. Charles patted him on the back, "Took you long enough! Where are you taking her?"

"I don't know yet, I only asked her half an hour ago. It was just to say thank you and sorry for pulling her out of her meeting, " he grinned, keeping his voice down so that no one around them could hear. "Keep telling yourself that, and I'm still not letting you in the room," Charles said. 

"I know you aren't, I know," Carlos shook his head. He hadn't even thought about the fact that you'd be sharing a room for the rest of the weekend. The rest of the weekend. 

A/N - I was never intending this to have multiple parts, but here we are! There will definitely be a couple more parts, rest assured.

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[wordsarelife]

so my idea was that reader never had her first kiss and is very inexperienced. they‘re all making fun if her but in a loving way. but lockwood decides to rescue her and teach / practise with her.

—london boy

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

summary: lockwood and y/n finish a study about what defines the greatness of a kiss

warnings: kissing ig

note: this was so fun to write!! such a good idea, I hope I did it justice!!

"yeah" Lucy laughed "but that wasn't the weirdest thing, when he kissed me, he had so much spit in his mouth, I nearly had to throw up"

"ew" George exclaimed, the rest of the table irrupting into similar sounds at the story of Lucy's horrible date

"I hate it when people do that" Lockwood agreed and you grew quiet. you had never kissed anyone, so it wasn't like you would now what should and shouldn't be done while kissing.

you found it some what embarrassing, but at the same time you had only turned sixteen, you had all the time in the world to kiss dozen of people. you internal monologue, had totally occupied from listening to the conversation and now all eyes had turned to you

"what is it?" you raised your brows. you sensed the growing reservation from your friends

"nothing" exclaimed Lockwood quickly, but you didn't buy into it

"we just wondered if you had ever kissed someone before" George said. Lockwood threw an angry look in his direction and Lucy admonished him loudly

"what?" you asked, startled by the sudden question

"well" said George "we all had a fair share of relationships, but we never saw you with anybody.. that begs the question" George left the rest of sentence unfinished, due to the kick he received from Lockwood under the table.

"oh" you looked down in shame "well, in that case I guess you're right"

"its nothing to be ashamed of" muttered Lucy. you looked up and send her a grateful smile

"it's a bit funny. but in a good way" George send you a smile "hopefully you will never have to kiss such a douchebag like Lucy, with a mouth full spit, there are enough of them in this world"

you all broke into laughter, the tense atmosphere suddenly blown away by you guys falling into your usual comfort.

an hour later, you were cleaning up the kitchen, when there was a soft knock at the kitchen door. you turned around and were met with Lockwood

"hey" you smiled "you know you don't have to knock, right? this is still your house"

"I didn't want to startle you" he walked into the room and sat down at the table

"I just finished" you sat down beside him "its quite late, we should go to bed"

he had taken your hand and stopped you from standing up

"wait" he muttered and watched as you sank back in your seat again "what you said earlier, was that true?"

"what? that I've never been kissed? do you think I would lie, because I like to feel embarrassed all the time? it's bad enough already, I don't need you to make fun of me"

"I would never, and there's nothing to be embarrassed of, a few less douchebags you have kissed, what does it matter?"

you just shrugged

"not every kiss is awesome. some of them are bad. so bad even, that you later regret them" he smiled reassuringly "maybe you avoided a few of them"

"this might sound stupid" you breathed "but are there bad and good kisses or just bad and good kissers?"

"well, what's the difference?" Lockwood smiled

"I presume there's a big one" you said "the difference is noticeable wether you measure the quality of a kiss by the circumstances or more by the person giving them. statistically-" you were interrupted the moment Lockwood suddenly leaned forward and plastered a chaste kiss onto your lips

"wha-?" your eyes turned big

"that was a good kiss for example" he said lowly "and just for measurement purposes" he leant forward again and repeated his action, this time leaving his lips a few seconds longer

"yeah" you breathed confused "those were pretty good"

"I think I understand what you meant now" he said "is it the kiss or is it the person giving the kiss"

"yeah" you nodded, leaning forward and kissing him again "I think it's the person giving the kiss" Lockwood shrugged and you smiled

"well, maybe there's another possibility we haven't thought about yet"

"is there?"

"yeah, what if it's the length of a kiss?" you planted a short and chaste kiss onto his mouth

"yeah, what if the quality is defined by time rather than skill?" Lockwoods hand wandered to rest on your cheek. he pulled your face forward slowly, connecting your lips.

it was in that moment you realised that kissing was much more easier than you had initially thought. it was a lot like falling asleep. all the time it didn't happen, you would worry and think, but when it finally did, it just happened, you knew what you had to do suddenly

your hands went into his hair, his hand was still resting on your cheek, the other gliding down towards your waist and pulling you off your chair and into his lap. his lips were soft, not that you had anything to compare them too, but still. you opened your mouth slightly, his tongue slipping inside.

you slowly broke the kiss, leaning your forehead against his and smiling. you stayed like that for a few minutes.

"do you think those are enough kisses to determine a measurement?"

Lockwood shook his head. "we still have to find out if quantity stands above quality"

you stood up from his lap. "I think quality's more important" you giggled, watching his face fall dramatically

"well, only one way to find out" he laughed, chasing you up the stairs.

the next morning George and Lucy would complain about having heard you two giggle all night.

you would send a conspiratorial look in Lockwoods direction, having continued your study up in his room

you were no longer the only one in the house who had not been kissed. and you had Lockwood to thank for that. although he had gotten quiet angry when you had suggested to expand the study by testing out different kissing partners.

he was much more keen on him being the only one you were kissing. well, let's just say, it's not like you minded...

[lavellenchanted]

WIP tag game

Rules: Share a snippet from whatever you're working on and then tag 5 people.

I was tagged by my bestest meme buddy @theawkwardterrier 🩷

I've not really written much in the last few weeks but this is theoretically from my Edwina WIP - I don't know if I'll actually include it in the final thing (if and when i ever get round to posting it) but I wrote it in a fit of pique over a certain scene at the start of S3 that still irritates me whenever I think about it.

“You genuinely enjoy embroidery?” Eloise asks, a look of bewilderment on her face, and Edwina feels a twinge of annoyance at the note of disdain she hears in the question. Miss Barragan either does not notice it, however, or she is a far better actress than Edwina would have suspected, as she only offers Eloise a sincere smile. “Of course I do. There is so much one can do with it.” Eloise remains unconvinced. “For example?”  “Well . . . you can create practical, usable objects, or larger tapestries for display. Embroidery can change the look of an entire wardrobe - I’ve made over so many of my dresses by adding embellishments here and there. And embroidered gifts are always appreciated,” Miss Barragan replies. Beside her, Miss Stowell nods her agreement. “Oh yes - I embroidered some slippers for my father’s last birthday and he was so pleased by them.” “That’s a very thoughtful gift,” Edwina remarks with a smile. She remembers embroidering her own father a bookmark when she was perhaps eight or nine and first learning the basics of needlework; he had enthused over it, though when she looked at it now she could see how messy the stitches really were. But he had loved it because she had made it, and had used it until the day he died. “I embroidered a pendant for my sister,” Miss Barragan nods. “It was the trickiest work I’ve ever done because it was so small. Mama was certain it would ruin my eyesight - but it does not seem to have done so far, at least. Anyway, you see, Miss Bridgerton, it really is a versatile artform.” Eloise has been listening silently, a slight twist to her mouth that might have been thoughtfulness or might have been scepticism, Edwina could not decide, but now her eyebrows arch and she says flatly, “Would you really call embroidery an artform?” Miss Barragan blinks. “Yes. Wouldn’t you?” “No, I can’t say that I would.” “Why not?” Eloise glances at Edwina, perhaps expecting her to look similarly incredulous, but Edwina only tilts her head questioningly. She’s rather curious as to the answer herself.  When no support is forthcoming, Eloise offers an awkward smile and says slowly, “Well . . . all those things you mentioned . . . they’re nice, but you’re talking about clothes and decorations. It’s all a bit frivolous, isn’t it? It’s  not really art.” Miss Barragan flushes and frowns a little. “I don’t think it’s frivolous. Embroidery takes skill - it takes time to learn and to perfect. I’ve spent many hours learning different stitches and techniques, practising how to combine them to create patterns of my own.” “I agree,” Edwina says mildly, “I daresay Miss Barragan has spent as many hours at her embroidery as your brother Benedict has with his sketchbooks. Why is her work less of an artform because it is created with thread rather than paint?” Eloise opens her mouth and then abruptly closes it again, clearly unsure what to reply to that and more than a little nettled by the fact. “Is it really any more frivolous than learning to paint or play the piano?” Edwina continues. “We put pictures on the walls and listen to music because we think them beautiful, or because they make us feel something, but can that not also be true for embroidery?” Miss Goring, who has barely spoken in anything above a whisper, suddenly pipes up. “And - and embroidery can be important! Without embroidery we wouldn’t have the Bayeux Tapestry, for example.” There are a few in their little circle of debs who clearly don’t know what the Bayeux Tapestry is, but there are an equal number of them nodding. Eloise’s expression of bored scepticism has melted away into something far more thoughtful, and she glances at other ladies as if seeing them for the first time. “I . . . had never thought about it like that,” she says after a time.  “Well, women’s work is often overlooked, is it not?” Edwina offers her a sweet smile and get a very irritated look in return - but at least, she thinks, the point has been well and truly made. 

I'm tagging @apinchofm, @emilykaldwen, @beachy--head, @wheremermaidsdwell aaaand @jamesandanthony to share bits from their WIPs should they so wish! 😚

[sluttyminghao]

pairing: soonyoung x gn!reader w.c.: 2k rating: 18+ warnings/kinks: dacryphilia, sub!soonyoung, dom!reader, handjob, overstim and edging, slight bdsm themes, mentions of a vibrator, soonyoung is needy af and is also called a slut like twice in this a/n: so uh hi this is the first thing i've written in probably months and I apologise! this is also a very, very late Christmas gift for @horanghoe ily liv I hope u like this! love from your secret Santa xox i changed the plot of this like 3 times I'm so sorry it's this late anyways I hope you enjoy!

As soon as Soonyoung stumbled through the door and carelessly toed his shoes off at the entrance, you knew he was exhausted. Hours of practising and perfecting dance moves from sun up to sun down definitely took more of a toll on him on some days, and he required extra attention and care when this was the case.

You immediately move from the couch to greet him when you hear the door close, a tired smile gracing his lips as he wraps his arms around your frame and kisses the nape of your neck softly. He sighs as he holds you tightly, and you feel him melt into your grasp the longer he holds you as if his stress is fading away just from your simple presence and touch.

Anytime he was like this, he was normally very quiet and pliant, in comparison to his normal self. It broke your heart seeing him like that, but if there was one thing you had learnt within your relationship, it was how to take care of him when his social and physical batteries were running critically low.

“Do you want me to run you a bath, baby?” Your voice is soft and slightly muffled because your head is smushed into his defined pecs, but he seems to understand you as he hums and finally, he lets go of you, a smile etched on his face while he begins removing his clothing.

“That would be great, thanks babe,”

You don’t even process his thanks as you stare at him, and it takes all of your power to not jump him right that second, his defined and beautifully proportionate body still covered with a slight sheen of sweat. The overhead lights bounce off his skin and leave him looking like a glowing adonis, and he knows it too, judging by the smirk that covers his features when he sees you staring.

You can feel your face burning as you swiftly turn on your heel and walk quickly to the bathroom. It was like a little sanctuary for you both that you had spent hours decorating to your preferred look, and you were so proud of how it had turned out. There were small plants dotted around the room, soft beige colours painting the walls and a few lightly scented candles to bring the room together.

As soon as you step over the threshold of the bathroom, you turn the light on and set them to the dimmest setting. With a simple flick of your hand, you have the matchstick burning and slowly lighting each candle in the room. Once lit, the candles provided a calming ambience that had even your stresses melting away.

The sound of the water running into the bath has Soonyoung dragging his tired body inside, stripped down to only his boxers now. He stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist lightly, peppering soft kisses along your shoulder. You sprinkle some lavender bath salts into the rising water and turn the tap off once it’s sufficiently full, before turning to Soonyoung and gesturing for him to hop in.

He quickly strips his boxers off and tosses them into the corner, before slowly stepping into the warm water and sighing in relief when he slides himself down the bath side. You watch as his shoulders begin to loosen up and he sinks further down in the bath so that only his shoulders and head are above water.

“Feel a bit better?” You ask, your hand skimming the surface of the water. He hums out his reply and catches your hand with his hand and holds it tightly, before intertwining his fingers with yours. You peek up at his face and he’s staring at you with a slight grin on his face, but also something behind his eyes you can't quite comprehend, but has your heart beating slightly faster.

“Are you gonna join me? You look pretty uncomfortable there,” Soonyoung chuckles, seeing how you’ve perched awkwardly on the side of the tub. You shake your head and run your fingers through his soft hair soothingly, and he closes his eyes at the feeling. It seemed almost hypnotizing, the way his strands of hair fell perfectly on his forehead.

“No, this bath is for you, I’m taking care of you tonight.”

“Well, there’s just one little problem I think you might be able to help me with then,” he whispers, and it’s with one small glance down his torso that you notice his erect cock. You weren't even sure how long he’d been hard for, but the tip was bright red and angry, and a singular vein ran up the side of his cock and made it look extremely girthy.

You don’t let him say anything else before you’re leaning down and gripping the base of his cock, and he’s sucking in a breath and gripping the sides of the bathtub. Slowly, you let your hand move up and down the length of his cock, watching as his hips jerk and his knuckles turn white against the ceramic tub.

His breathy sighs and pants as you slowly stroke him only feed into your ego as you let your hand begin to speed up, his sighs turning into whines and his pants turning to pleas. With only a couple of flicks of your hand, he’s like putty in your hand and has become submissive. He’s staring at you with wide eyes, mouth hanging open slightly and one of his hands is reaching down to grab at your wrist.

“Don’t you dare, Soonyoung. You wanted this, so now you’re going to be my good little slut and take what I give you. Understand?” He nods quickly and moves his hand back to its original position, and spreads his legs out so you have better access to his cock.

With the way his hips are jerking and his head is thrown back, Adam's apple bobbing violently, you can tell he’s getting close to his orgasm. He manages to crack his eyes open and practically loses it as soon as he sees your lust-filled stare and smirk, his orgasm ripping through him with a loud moan while you continually rub his tip.

Spurts of white cover his abdomen and your hand, and there's a lot of it. You watch with a smirk as his body shakes violently, and noises that sound similar to sobs escape his lips as his cock takes over his mind momentarily. Tears fall from his eyes and drop onto his lip, which you quickly wipe away.

“Good boy, that’s my good boy, so pretty when you cry” you coo as he whimpers and comes down from his high, your hand still wrapped lightly around his softening cock. He tries to move away from your hand, but to no avail, as you push his chest lightly and keep him seated. If he wanted this so badly, you would give it to him.

He’s still whimpering as you slowly move your hand along his shaft again, watching tears well up in his dark eyes when he realizes what you’re doing. He shakes his head and tries to move away again, but doesn't say your safe word. You truly knew that if he did want to stop, he would use it.

Although you had never physically heard him admit it, you had a feeling he was very into overstimulation, and your theory was proven even more so in this situation. Thinking about all the uses for this kink filled your mind as you continued to pump him steadily, his gasps and moans like music to your ears.

“P-please…” his voice comes out as a harsh whisper as he trembles in the now cooling bath water, your hand still stroking him at a constant pace. He’s growing hard in your hand again and you know that it won’t be long until he’s wanting to cum again. You let your hand cup his balls briefly and squeeze, watching as his body jolts and he looks like he’s about to burst.

“What do you want, my good little slut?”

“I want to cum, please let me cum again,” he sobs, which is your cue to pump him as quickly as you can manage in your awkward position while he flails and sobs, his abs contracting constantly and his head thrown back in pure lust. You can feel your own panties getting soaked with want just from the lustful image of your boyfriend in front of you, but you know you need to focus your attention on him first.

“No.”

He stares at you with surprise and another sob leaves his lips when you pull your hand away from his cock, effectively leaving his cock twitching and his orgasm ebbing away. He goes to place his own hand on his cock to finish himself off, but with a swift motion, you have his hands pinned over his head, and he gasps at the contact.

“Why did you stop?” His voice comes out like a warble, and you can see his lip trembling. You kiss his nose lovingly and let your free hand trace delicately along his jawline, his breath hitching with even the slightest contact. You smile and drop his hands before stepping away and turning on your heel.

“I stopped because I’m not done with you yet. I want you to get out of that bath and onto the bed. Oh, and no touching yourself either”

You weren't quite sure if you were expecting him to put up a fight, or immediately be out of the tub and splashing water everywhere. Either way, there was going to be a mess to clean up in two separate rooms later. You pushed that thought to the back of your mind temporarily and focused on your boyfriend instead.

There’s silence from behind you before you hear the tub draining and Soonyoung is scrambling out of the tub to obey your orders. A small grin covers your lips as you bend down to get to the basket below your bed filled with toys and ties, things you normally use together in bed.

After pulling out some soft rope and a vibrator, you stand back up and see Soonyoung, now dry, laying patiently on the bed, cock still hard and leaking. When he sees you standing, a smile lights up his face and he’s reaching out to you with his hands as if he wanted to cuddle. 

You can’t resist him and immediately jump into his arms, being held in his arms only briefly before you remember what your end goal is. You pry yourself out of his arms and quickly have his arms pinned above him again, but this time you grab the rope sitting next to his head and swiftly tie them to the headboard.

He doesn't seem surprised this time but instead seems to be filled with more lust than you had thought even possible and has a loopy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. When you deem the ties tight enough, you shuffle off the bed and remove your own clothing, watching as his eyes bulge out of his head.

“You’re gonna be my good boy, right? You’ll take as many orgasms as I give you?” Your voice is sickly sweet and all he can do is whine and nod his head at you, waiting for whatever you give him. Upon holding up the vibrator, his cock twitches and his hands tug forcefully against the restraints, and you feel a wave of dominance surge through you.

“I will take as many orgasms as you give me,” he sputters out, the humming of the vibrator making his cock leak and whines escaping him once more. You smirk evilly at how submissive he is for you, how he is only thinking about you.

“Good boy, you’re in for a long night.”

[doodlesfromthebird]

Heya I've been drawing for a few years now but I'm still learning every day and I'm more than aware of the skill gap between me and others which is fine I am willing to work hard and improve. You and your art is a really big inspiration to me and I hope to reach your level someday. Can't help however but be really demotivated and easily affected by the difference between me and others and I know I shouldn't compare myself with people who have been drawing for wayyy longer than I have. What was your experience while improving your art? Any words of wisdom from the bird? I love drawing and I don't want to lose this kind of connection to it but most of the hours I spend practising are driven by spite and hatred over my own self aaaagh is this too personal lol thank god for the anonymous option lol I LOVE YOUR ART, I look at everything your passion for art overflows through your work.

Hey, pal! It's nothing to fret over, and I'm glad you feel comfortable sharing this! I think getting all your thoughts out this way is already good way to start, and I hope that alone was able to let off some steam on the subject.

I absolutely know how this feels, and it's still something that crops up for me time to time, too! It's gotten easier to manage over the years, but there's certainly times where it's taken the wind outta my sails and sunk my energy to be creative.

I think when you're wrapped up in that headspace, the best thing to do is stop the struggle and don't try to force progress. Don't even allow yourself to problem solve, or ask anything from yourself when that cloud's over your head. There have been plenty of times where I just end up making myself feel worse by simply asking "why do I like to create in the first place?" because I'll come up with overly critical answers "well, it's the only thing I'm good at"

Wait til you've distanced yourself from that frustration, and then give yourself time to reflect. Why do you actually enjoy making art? What about your connection to your creativity is so special to you? At what point in time did you enjoy drawing the most, and why? Why do you want to improve in the first place?

It's difficult because I think it's wonderful that you're pushing yourself to improve and practice. There's been many times where I've wished I could go back in time and tell myself to get more serious about practicing sooner. However, I absolutely don't think it's worth putting strain on your connection with your creativity. I think spite can be a powerful motivator, but when it's fueled by your own dissatisfaction and hatred for your own work, it cuts off the flow of that essential part of you that loves to create for the sake of it.

Sitting down to practice is going to feel like torture, because that spark of joy just CAN'T get to ya when you're trying to appease that part of you that thinks its you're gonna get left behind if you don't work harder. Brute forcing improvement has absolutely worked for some people! But it's also completely normal for that work style to make YOU feel miserable if it's at odds with how you actually enjoy drawing.

Is this all to say that you should only try to get better when you're in LOVE with how you feel about art? Not at all! You don't have to try and add any special feelings or force positivity, you just have to remove the resistance and the burden you put on yourself as best you can.

So if I could suggest anything, as corny as it may sound: be more kind to yourself. I mean it! Make peace with where you are. Celebrate your small wins. Detach yourself from it, if nothing else. Your art isn't always going to look better than it did yesterday, but look back on your work from a year ago! If you don't like the way your art looks, that's fine! That can be 100% true and it doesn't have to be a bad thing. You're going to improve. Take inspired action and practice in a way that draws that connection you treasure with art closer to you. Spend more time listening and indulging in what the creative in you wants to do in between study sessions.

I can comfortably say that I'm at the skill level where younger me would have wanted to aspire to be at. And yet, I have MANY days where I look at my work and wished it looked like someone else's. I still stare at a blank canvas with an idea in my head and feel dejected because my skill level isn't up to par with what I want to achieve. I promise you your art has value the way it looks Right Now.

Once you give yourself that grace, you're going to start looking forward to practicing. The inspiration that'll hit is going to motivate you to try things you might never have thought you'd attempt. Once you look at your work differently, your work is going to change. That's not going to be easy at first, but you can start by just saying "I am where I am, and I'm getting ready to be even better."

If you're interested in some suggestions to maybe get in the flow, while also satisfy the brain's need for Progress when practicing just isn't hittin' right:

Challenge yourself to scribble whatever pops into your head. Anything. Maybe it's absurdly complicated! Who cares. draw The Last Supper from memory in five minutes as best you can. Draw an insane fight scene with stick figures in weird angles. Your brain is going to !!HATE!! doing it, but that's fine! It's going to force you to detach from it. Allow yourself to create something that's bad and can be thrown away right after. Don't spend more than 30 minutes on these. Take the most complicated ideas off a pedestal by just Attempting them anyway.

Challenge yourself to draw only what would appease your inner child for a full day. If you used to trace over screenshots from a tv show to insert a fan character in, DO THAT. Draw something while listening to the soundtrack of one of your favorite video games as a child. Draw an alternative book cover for one of your favorite childhood books.

Practice anatomy by turning the models your referencing from into your favorite characters.

Color/paint a scene/character by picking colors from a screenshot in a movie you really like.

put on a favorite show/movie and draw for the entire duration of an episode/movie run-time. Draw passively without the intention of showing it to anyone.

draw a bunch of large, wonky shapes that fill up the entire canvas/paper and draw mini illustrations contained within those shapes.

IF ALL ELSE FAILS!!! GO TAKE A NAP!!! :) Don't be hard on yourself for being hard on yourself, either. Allow yourself time and ease.

I hope any of this brought hope, or comfort, or even just something to consider. I'm so glad you enjoy my art!! Thank you for your kind words. You and I and everyone else are walking this same road to improvement, and even though sometimes it might not feel that way, we're ALL walking side by side. You aren't alone, friend.

[shadowedoracle]

A Fear of Needles

Happy Fluffapalooza/ Skin Deep Day Everyone!

This is a short little ficlet that came to me at about 6:30AM when I was trying to grab a few hours sleep after getting my CCA ballot done. Since, apparently, when I desperately need sleep I actually wonder about whether/ how much the population of Storybrooke is vaccinated... Then this came to me.

Not sure It's exactly what I was creating as I was falling asleep but it's close enough. I've only done a very basic proofread so if there are any typos/ obvious errors let me know.

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“I still don’t see why I need to do this.” Rumple muttered to his wife as they sat in the doctor’s waiting room. “I’m the Dark One, I don’t get sick.”

Belle shook her head, wishing she could roll her eyes as perfectly as her husband could as he returned to what he clearly thought was his winning argument.

“We’ve been over this already Rumple. You might not get sick like the rest of us. But we don’t know for sure that you can’t transmit a disease to someone else.”

“I’ve never done so in over two hundred years as the Dark One.” Her husband said huffily.

She looked at him levelly. “And for most of those years you lived alone. So that’s not as strong a point as it sounds on face value -- and you know it.”

“Humph, perhaps. But we lived in a world rife with disease and no prophylactic treatments such as vaccinations. You’d have thought if I was a carrier there’d have been some evidence of it.”

“Perhaps. But the data we have is just insufficient to be sure Rumple. And we need to be sure.” She laid her hand on his leg which was twitching slightly, a sure sign of his nerves. “I know you wouldn’t want to be the source of any harm to Gideon, if you could prevent it. Neither of us do. So by getting vaccinated we’re taking an important step towards ensuring we don’t harm our son, even indirectly.”

Rumple deflated.“I know.” He sighed. “I know.”

She knew he did know. They’d had this conversation before, multiple times now, and despite all of Rumple’s arguments she knew that ultimately she had the winning one: Rumple could never countenance being the source of any harm coming to their son, no matter how small the probability.

“Mr Gold?” Doc’s voice called through the waiting room.

They stood up and followed him into his office. After Doc had checked Rumple’s appointment details and medical record details-- well Mr. Gold’s medical records, so the age was made up since the computer system wouldn’t permit ages above 150, apparently -- he busied himself preparing the syringe.

Rumple looked at the needle with wide eyes, then his eyes darted to the door then to Belle. “Even if I agree this is necessary. Why are we doing this here? Why not go to Portland or Boston or New York? Somewhere with real doctors. Not a bunch of people who got there medical knowledge from a curse.”

“Hey!” Doc said. “We've spent over 28 years practising medicine in this land. We’re hardly new to things like injections.”

“I seriously doubt repeating the same day over and over gave you as much medical knowledge as you claim.” Rumple sneered.

“Enough Rumple,” said Belle. “We’ve discussed this before. It’s safer doing this here where you have magic, just in case either your body or your magic, reacts badly to the vaccinations.”

“Still doesn’t mean, I think allowing an inexperienced, non-formally trained doctor to stab me with a needle is a good idea.”

“I’m right here you know!” cried Doc.

“I’m sorry Doc.” Belle said knowing Rumple wouldn’t apologize for his remarks and wanting to reassure the dwarf. “I know you know what you’re doing. You’ve vaccinated most of the town by now, including Henry and Gideon.”

Rumple quietened at the reminder that both his son and grandson had been vaccinated by Doc. But as Doc swabbed his arm and picked up the syringe, he started fidgeting again.

Belle shook her head mentally. Who would ever believe the Dark One was afraid of needles? Time to break out the big guns. She put her hand on his thigh and leaned in so close that her lips brushed his ear. She made sure her voice was so low that Doc wouldn’t be able hear. “Rumplestiltskin, if you sit still and behave yourself from now on, I promise that tonight, once Gideon’s asleep, I’ll reward you in any way you desire.”

Rumple turned his head and softly brushed his lips against hers then whispered back, “deal Mrs Gold."

[lucy90712]

Hihi i am back AGAIn and i am sorry but. hea me out. gavi x dancer reader. he dosent know about this. reader is a dancer (preferbally smth like miju kim on lj dance studios on yt

A/n: I wasn't too sure what to do with this request but I hope this is ok I kind of put my own spin on it

Dancing has always been a hobby of mine since I was little but as time went on I went to more and more classes to the point that now I go to the studio everyday. Despite dancing so much I've never been to a competition as I was never part of a team and never thought I was good enough but yesterday my dance teacher asked me if I'd like to do the routine I've been learning at a competition this weekend. I had to take some time to consider it but in the end I decided that I might as well give it a go because I really do love to dance so why not show that to other people. The first people I told about me doing a competition was my parents but because I moved away from home they can't actually attend the competition. Of course I'd like them to be there but I may do really badly and embarrass myself so maybe its for the best that they can't come. 

After my practise for the day and agreeing to go to the competition I headed to my boyfriends house as we agreed to hang out for the evening. Like always when I arrived we curled up on the sofa together and started to talk about our days. He told me all about his football training and the upcoming games and then I told him about my day at university before talking about dance practice. Pablo has never seen me dancing as he has always been too busy to come to any of my practices and obviously I've never done a competition that he could come to so when I mentioned the competition he was so excited.

"When is this competition?" He asked 

"This weekend" I said 

"Can I come?" He asked 

"What?" I questioned 

"Can I come to the competition I really want to see you dance and there's no game this weekend" he said 

"If you really want to of course you can come" I said 

"I can't wait to watch you dance for the first time I just know you'll be amazing" he complimented 

"Thank you that's sweet of you to say but I'm sure the other girls will be so much better as this is only my first competition" I said 

"No don't doubt yourself you'll be amazing" he said 

We talked about the competition more and I explained how it would all go and I told him about my routine but I refused to show him any of the dance as I wanted him to see it for the first time in person because I know it will always look better in person than on video. All he could say was how excited he was to go and watch me dance for the first time he was acting like a fan girl which I thought was so funny as he's the one who has loads of people obsessed with him. He promised me that everything would be about me and that if anyone recognised him he would pretend to be someone else which I told him wasn't necessary but he insisted that it was his turn to be the supportive partner like I always am for him at his games. 

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The last few days have been incredibly crazy with me going a lot more practices to make sure I'm ready for the competition but today it's finally competition day. Today is going to be just as crazy as the rest of the week but I have Pablo to help me out which he has been doing a great job of so far. I got up early to sort everything out and Pablo came over just as early to help me out so I put him to good use by getting him to get my makeup that I needed together but only after giving him strict instructions to follow. Together we got everything I needed together before getting in the car and driving to the competition which is when I started to get a bit nervous as it all felt a lot more real. Pablo kept me distracted during the drive but once we arrived and I had to sign in he couldn't keep me from worrying anymore. 

When we arrived I had a bit over an hour until I was due to compete so straight away I started to get ready which meant changing into my costume which I needed a bit of help with as it had a tie around the back which I couldn't reach so I had to get Pablo to do it which he gladly did but not before giving me a kiss on my neck. He also sat with me as I did my hair and makeup which he does quite a lot but I really appreciated it today as he kept handing me the things I needed and was just talking at me even if if didn't say anything back he just kept talking. Pablo is always such a sweet person but he always knows the moments when I need him the most and he becomes a whole new level of sweet. The entire time I was getting ready he had a hand on my waist or an arm around me because he knows it keeps me calm when I can feel his touch.

Once I was ready I had to warm up and stretch but then it was pretty much time for me to get on stage which is when all the nerves I'd been ignoring came flowing through my body. My hands were starting to shake and I was feeling restless I just couldn't stand still. Just outside the wings I was pacing back and forth trying to keep calm by going over the dance in my head but it just wasn't helping. Pablo had left me to go and find his seat so I was on my own or at least that's what I thought until a hand touched my waist in a way that I knew it had to be Pablo. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked 

"I just had a feeling that I needed to come back and see you and I was right because you're clearly nervous" he said 

"I'll be fine I just need to get out there" I said 

"Ok but just remember you are going to kill it out there I know you only do things to the best of your abilities and this is no different just believe in yourself amor" he said 

"Thank you Pablo I needed that" I replied 

With one last kiss Pablo left me and then it was my turn to dance. As soon as the music started it just took over my brain and the moves of my dance flowed through my body. It was impossible to know what it looked like to others but I felt good and usually that means things are going pretty well. Despite the dance being almost 3 minutes it felt like it was over in seconds although when I hit my finishing position I felt such a huge wave of relief wash over me that it was all over with and went smoothly. When I returned to reality all I could hear was Pablo cheering which only made me happier than I already was even if it was slightly embarrassing to have him be so enthusiastic in the crowd. 

When I made it out from backstage it didn't take very long for Pablo to join me and give me a hug so tight I think I stopped breathing. Once he let me go he wouldn't stop talking about how good I was and how he had no idea I was such a talented dancer which was nice to hear as not many people have complimented my dancing despite me having done it for years. He had filmed the whole routine so we watched it back together and I got to see that the dance looked as good as it felt which filled me with a bit of confidence that I would actually get a pretty good score. Pablo stayed with me until it was time for awards which is when he went back to the crowd and I went and sat on the stage with a few people I know from my studio. Awards went by slowly but finally they got my to category and I had to wait nervously as they slowly announced the scores from tenth upwards. When they reached the top 3 I was beginning to think I hadn't placed but soon enough they got round to first and announced my number which left me completely shocked. I collected my award and then went to sit back down and just take it in for the rest of the awards ceremony. 

Once I was finally able to leave I grabbed my things and ran out to meet Pablo who again was waiting with the biggest smile on his face and open arms ready to hug me. He was jumping up and down with me like we do when he wins a big game which probably made us look like complete weirdos but neither of us cared. When we let go of each other we headed back to my car and Pablo told me to drive to his place so we could spend the evening together so I did just that as I always love to spend time with him. Along the drive he instructed me to stop at my favourite pizza place where he got out and ran inside bringing back some food with him which he shouldn't be eating mid season but we have an agreement that I won't tell anyone when he breaks his diet. 

As soon as we arrived at Pablo's place we took our places on the sofa and started eating as I was starving after dancing all day. There was silence between us while we ate but afterwards I crawled on top of Pablo and we laid down together with him playing with my hair which he took out of the ponytail I had it in. I was so relaxed that I was nearly falling asleep before Pablo started talking which caught my attention. 

"You should start dancing more like doing it professionally" he said out of nowhere 

"What?" I questioned 

"You were so good out there and you won in your first competition I just think you could take dance more seriously and really make something out of it" he explained 

"That's very sweet of you but I need to keep my job and stay in uni to get a better job in a few years I don't have any saving to get me by while I try making it with dance" I said 

"I can support you you can move in with me and then you don't have bills to pay and I can support you" he offered 

"Pablo that's sweet of you but I can't ask you to do that" I said 

"But I want to I am living my dream and I want to help you live yours" he said 

"If you're sure that you don't mind I'll give it a go" I said 

"Of course I'm sure" he said 

We talked things through a little more because I didn't want him to resent me if he was supporting me but we sorted everything out and then agreed that we'd start moving my stuff tomorrow. The idea of trying to make the most out of my dancing abilities really did make me happy and I'm glad Pablo suggested it as I'd have never been courageous enough to take the leap myself. It feels like the future will be exciting for the both of us now that we are finally both perusing our passions. 

[lawlietscaramels]

Hey, uhm... hi!

I had seen you have reached 210 followers which is wonderful! Great job, both your art and your writing has brought me some happy moments over the course of the last few months I've been here.

Can I ask you about your art journey? What's your relationship with drawing? Did you like drawing as a kid too? I'm currently struggling with learning how to draw (despite having graduated from "elementary" art school, lol) and I like your style, so I thought it would be interesting to get to know how you got here.

Sorry for bothering, and even if you don't answer (which is totally fine) have a nice day/night!

WLAHHH HI THANK YOU SO MUCH I'M GLAD YOU LIKE MY STUFF !! I'M GLAD IT'S MADE YOU HAPPY!!!!! <333

My art journey, huh? It's so weird to be asked about it!! Not in a bad way, I just never expect these sort of things.

As a kid - I don't know. I took an art enrichment and elective at different times from years 5-7 and I absolutely hated that. It was all "draw this piece of paper with the lights turned off" and "draw this vase with negative space".... But at the same time, I drew (bad) sketches in the margins of all my textbooks. So I guess I enjoyed "doodling".

I got into art when I got into anime 🙇 ... Yeah. Having an OC I really wanted to draw as if they were part of the media, and seeing other people do that, really motivated me. That's ... still what motivates me. I don't necessarily want to mimic the anime's style so much anymore, but I have the most fun when I draw Rie, even if it's silly!!

If you like my style, you should know it's had many many identity crises. I've tried (with my limited skills):

Watercolour (ish) (the background took 15 hours)

Anime (got pretty good at it, if I say so myself)

an obsession with chibis (I never get the facial proportions right)

semi realism (please give Rie her heart ahoge, Lei. this is Not Rie.)

whatever this is, that I only managed to do one time and kinda want to do again

and many many more, all different, some with only subtle changes, some with drastic. There is a lot of super ugly in between as well! I feel embarrassed sharing it hajajsj but believe me: I don't think what I have above is perfect, but it's some of my best work. I've improved a lot because I've drawn a lot.

I've settled on this, for now. And I like it, for now. But it'll probably change again, when I don't like it or when I like something else more. Maybe it'll be better, maybe worse.

But really it's just a lot of experimenting, picking out what I like from a thousand other artists, practising, changing, practising again... By changing style so much I've learnt a lot. I don't know, I was drawing in a different way for months and then I went back to anime and drew it the best I ever had.

I had a brief stint of teaching myself the human bone structure too. That was helpful. I should do more of the art class stuff, the colour theory and muscle and light and shadow.... but I don't wanna BDBSBZBXN

And I do it all to draw my Silly Little Characters <3

Sorry for the giant ass answer and good luck drawing!!

[nishloves]

my rant

tw: talks about weight increase, low self-esteem, moderate anxiety, procrastinating tendencies. this is also extremely long.

i just really need to talk/vent about it.

the worst part about being a "casual" gamer is, you never know when you might get addicted with it. i play genshin and CoD, while cod doesn't interest me as much anymore and i only ever played genshin for like twice a month but recently- genshin has been taking over lol, i played 3 hours of genshin alone yesterday and mind you- i've already finished all the archon (main) quests and i'm still playing it!!! (this is called procrastination)

and this is not just limited to computer games no, i once was obsessed with aerobics gymnastics and was practising it all around my house (before corona struck and i physically became unable to do many tricks cue *decreasing flexibility/strength/stamina and everything after i got sick. after aerobics, my hyper-fixation was basketball and i would play it for around 2-3 hours everyday, my body slowly started getting better and my love for sports and gym was ignited again but then i entered into the senior year of my school and i had to inevitably focus more on my studies because i still can't see myself being an athlete/sportsperson even though i really love sports.

now, i was a science major in my high-school (my core were - phy, chem and bio) and i had always been a hardworker but i started getting burnt out, the more i strayed away from staying active and being fit, the more of couch potato i became. i somehow started studying nicely again, but got corona in sept.2022 and was on bedrest for two weeks, my schedule was a mess again. during that time, it were only my high-school extracurriculars (anchoring, debating, basketball, student council) which were keeping me happy along with a few friends (who in future became insecure of everything i was doing and shut me off by calling me "fake", that shit hurt.) and because i had missed 2 weeks of school and was already behind the syllabus by myself because of improper time management, so i developed anxiety- i only realised this after i had a mental breakdown in school for 2 minutes which i wasn't able to control instantly. (my anxiety is moderate and i don't need any medicines for it- i just need to keep my schedule productive and avoid procrastination.) i realised that i was quite behind and that i needed to do something so i did, i shut myself off and studied for 3 months without any outside exposure or anything- but that made me gain weight, from a 54kg 5'7 girl, i went on to a 68kg and because i got sick just immediately after, my weight increased to 70kgs. now, don't get me wrong- i love my body, i still like the way i look but, i don't feel healthy and i don't think you can understand how nerve-wrecking it is for a person who could run 5km without a worry pant after 500m. it was really... and i mean really heart-braking, more than my weight gain, it was my inability to do anything which made me more and more insecure about myself.

my anxiety, my newly acquired low self-esteem were adding fuel to my already procrastinating tendencies.

now. that is the main issues- i am a procrastinator, and for some reason i'm unable to fully get out of it and i get even more anxious when my days are going unproductive which they are!

i didn't score bad in my high-school finals, my scores of normal college entrance exams were good enough to fetch me into a top 3 college of our nation for b.sc but- i didn't want that. even though all my other exams went well, i seriously fucked up my medical entrance examination. i thought to take a drop year but im seriosuly scared because i don't think i did anything fruitful this year and i just feel like i wasted an year of my life and my main exams are in 4 months and im really really getting stressed out because the selection rate is only the top 1-2% among 2 million applicants, talk about competition lmao.

see, i am aware that i can do it, i don't know if it is arrogance or optimism but i know that if i really do give it all- my blood, sweat and tears and everything- i know that i'll do better, i will be able to score enough to get a medical college- but the thing is, i feel like i am scared to start and i don't want to be.

i want to- i need to work hard to better than my present-self, i need to work out to get my stamina, strength and flexibility back. and even if i fail- i atleast worked hard, i just don't want to regret anything which i am doing, i need to get out of this slump and i need to convince myself to get up and atleast try everyday. because i seriously seriously think that regret is probably the worst emotion you could feel and i don't want to spend my life regretting my decisions.

i just- had to get it off my chest lol. thankyou for reading this all.

i promise you, i'll be a great doctor one day and will clear this exam with every courage i am able to muster.

i guess... that is all? have a nice day and take care of yourself!

[the-kcm-muggleborn]

Spin Off

"Kind For You"

"Burning Confession"

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

O/C: Sebastian Sallow x Edwart Thompson (My OC) ✨️Romantic✨️

Warnings: angst, swearing, lil kissing;)

Word count: 2k>

“Hello, Ominis! We were just waiting for you.” Sebastian said with excitement. He and Edwart have been practising some fire-based spells for an hour now. Lucan Brattleby a 5th-year Gryffindor has just announced a Crossed Wands competition. So of course Sebastian and Edwart were interested.

“Hello, boys.” Ominis chuckled. “Up to no good again?”

“Not really.” Said Edwart as he tightened a scarf on his neck. “We've been just practising. There’s that aiming competition Lucan is so excited about. Sebastian and I just need a bit of help.” 

“What kind of help?” Ominis asked curiously. 

Sebastian chuckled darkly. “Oh! I'm so happy you've asked Ominis. I need a target.”

Ominis laughed sarcastically. “You're mad. No way Sebastian.” 

“I've already practised on a training dummy AND Edwart. But now we need a third person to see if my spell perfectly flew above a person.”

“You agreed to that?” Ominis asked confused.

“I didn't agree to anything! Sebastian just cast it above me without giving me a warning.” Edwart crossed his arms in a frustrated manner. 

“But I did miss! That's the point! Come on Ominis? Don't make me beg?” Sebastian did that big pleading theatrical eyes he always does when he wants something.

Ominis signed “Oh! Alright. But I am keeping a close hand on my wand to use Protego if something goes wrong.” 

“Thank you Ominis.” Sebastian lightened up immediately.

“This can't go well…” Edwart mumbled. 

“Oh! Lighten up Edwart. I’m an extremely capable wizard. Have a bit of faith in me.”

Sebastian took his stance in front of Ominis as Edwart stood to the side to see how well Sebastian cast the blasting curse. When he shot a Confringo above Ominis's head, Ominis bounced the spell off with Protego which unfortunately didn't go as well as Edwart predicted…

“Ah!” Edwart exclaimed as the spell hit him, to be more precise… it hit his scarf. Edwart quickly threw it off of him to the stone ground. “Fuck! Shit! Glacis!” but even though Edwart cast an ice spell the damage was done, a bit of his colourful hand-knitted scarf was burned and its perfect beauty was destroyed.

“Are you alright?!” Ominis asked with concern.

“Edwart! You're burned!” Sebastian spoke too as his friend was staring blankly at his scarf on the floor.

Edwart became frantic. “Reparo!” But nothing happened “W-why isn’t it working?” he kneeled and took the burned scarf into his hands as Edwart felt tears in his eyes.

“Edwart-” Sebastian tried to touch Edwart as he had a big red burned stain on the side of his neck. But Edwart interrupted…

“This was my mother’s scarf..! Now it’s ruined!” Edwart stood up to face Sebastian with plain anger. “If it weren't for your stupid ideas! Now the only thing left after my mother is burned! Do you understand that?!”

“Edwart, calm down.” Ominis tried a bit more calm approach. “I’m sure we can fix it-”

“Edwart. I'm so sorry-” Sebastian tried speaking.

“I don't wanna hear it! From neither of you!” Now tears were pouring from Edwart’s face. “Just- leave me alone…” with that Edwart sniffled and ran out of the Undercroft.

Sebastian signed. “Shit! What now?”

“I don't know. This scarf is very dear to him. Do you think there is a chance of fixing it? From how it looks?”

“Yes, I think so. But we’d have to get to that scarf first… Somehow…” 

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Edwart was pissed. At everything, everybody. Ed couldn't get rid of that anger, his most precious gift was just ruined by the one he loved so much. It’s been a few days of constantly ignoring his friends, he wasn’t ready to accept the hurt he was feeling. He was leaning on the railings in the astronomy tower. Being caught in his thoughts as he heard a familiar voice.

“It's pleasant weather tonight.” Sebastian smiled gently.

“Leave me alone, Sallow.” Edwart hang his head low. Edwart was colder than Sebastian ever saw.

“Eddi-”

“Don’t fucking call me that.” Edwart cut him off again. His jaw was clenched and he was on the verge of tears. Only his mother ever called him this sweetly. “Leave me be…”

“I… brought you something.”

“Did you go deaf?!” Edwart abruptly turned around. “I sai-” and immediately got cut off by the sight of Sebastian holding Edwart's scarf. His colourful scarf but in the place that last time Edwart saw had burned black and irreparable damage was now knitted with Hufflepuff yellow and black colour. It looked beautiful. Knitted together both sides of Edwart, his muggle-born old self and his magical one. 

“I-” Edwart took it into his hands as he saw how it all was fitting. He turned it around and noticed on the other side Slytherin colours. That extracted a small chuckle from both Edwart and Sebastian. He simply couldn't resist. Edwart quickly tangled the scarf around himself as Sebastian started explaining.

“For some reason, the place I went into wasn't able to replicate the scarf into the same colours but I thought this might have been a nice touch as you've mentioned you hated that your house scarf was brown. I hope I didn't-”

Edwart had enough of Sebastian talking. He grabbed the boy by his neck and crashed their lips together. Edwart 

started passionately kissing Sebastian's lips. 

Sebastian on the other hand was thrown off but it all felt so natural that he eagerly kissed Edwart back. He grabbed Eddie by his hips. They started making out as both boys backed up against the metal railing.

Edwart put a hand into Sebastian's curly hair and tilted his head backwards. Sebastian started kissing Edwart's right side of his neck which earned him a few quiet groans that were music to Sebastian's ears. His hands ran over Edwart's entire torso trying to get a feel of his masculine body. Edwart started kissing Sebastian's lips again, this time to get to feel his tongue. Which extorted a loud moan from Sebastian. Edwart smiled mischievously into the kiss grabbing harder at the back of Sebastian’s neck to bring him closer which again earned him a moan. Edwart felt himself grind into Sebastian to make their makeout session even more intense, they were pulling towards each other like two magnets. Sebastian seemed to understand what Edwart was trying to do. He had enough so he grabbed Edwart harshly by his neck to cease the teasing. This was what stopped this romantic intense moment between soon-to-be lovers…

“Agh! Shit!” Edwart huffed with a swear. Sebastian finally regained blood in his upper deck as he remembered the Undercroft situation from a few days ago. 

“Shit! Sorry. Ar-are you okay?” Sebastian was also heavily out of breath. He took a moment to look at Edwart’s neck which was light red from under his jawline to his collarbone.

“Yes I’m fine-” Edwart said as he gently rubbed the red wound.

“Here. Drink this.” Sebastian brought out a Wiggenweld potion from his pocket.

“Thanks.” Edwart smiled as he drank it and hid the empty flask in his pocket. “I-I” Edwart stumbled for a second. He chuckled to ease the forming awkward silence. “I didn't know you started to keep a Wiggenweld in your pockets.” Just then Edwart realised how close he and Sebastian were standing.

“Because I never know these days. What state am I going to find you in?” Sebastian touched Edwart’s neck and cheek which made him blush. “I must say I like seeing you in this dishevelled way.” Sebastian flirted mischievously as Edwart cleared his throat. “First. I- Thank you. For the scarf.” Edwart hid his face in the crook of Sebastian’s neck. “I may have… perhaps… acted a bit harshly. I’m sorry I screamed at you that way.”

Sebastian took a deep breath as he locked Edwart in his arms. “That’s okay. I’m just glad I was able to fix it… You know I wanted to kiss you for the longest time right?”

Edwart had to do a double take at that confession. He raised his head and said, “You did? Well… since when?”

Sebastian chuckled with a bit of nostalgia “That time you got hurt and I had to carry you like a little prince to the castle. Remember how Ominis wigged us from ears to toes?” 

Edwart laughed quietly. “I remember. I'll apologise to him too… Thank you, Sebastian… again.” 

Sebastian finally let Edwart go. “No problem. Hey, I was thinking…”

“Hm?” Edwart mused. 

“Would you like to go to the Three Broomsticks with me this Friday? As a…date?”

Edwart certainly didn't expect this. But he couldn't say he wasn't excited.

“I would love that. How about 7 p.m.?”

“Perfect.” Sebastian smiled genuinely. “But maybe…”

Sebastian grabbed Edwart by his waist from behind and started kissing not burned side of his neck. Edwart groaned quietly at that sensation. “...We can get back to how gallus you just were by sliding your tongue with mine.” Edwart swallowed thickly, he was starting to feel ill at ease. He basically threw himself onto Sebastian, who was very unlike him. Edwart tumbled out of Sebastian's arms he turned around and anxiously rubbed his neck. “I’m sorry I threw myself into you like that.”

Sebastian just smiled mischievously and flirted again. “Oh! Trust me you can throw yourself into my arms whenever you want…” He whispered and gently kissed Edwart’s ear. 

But Edwart felt a qualm poking out at the back of his head. “I-I'm not bold. It was a mistake to kiss you so suddenly.” Edwart took a step back. “I like you Sebastian, we've been through a lot but I shouldn't have acted this way.” 

Sebastian might be a dumb bastard sometimes but he's not insensitive, he read the room and understood Edwart was feeling insecure and uncomfortable with the way he acted.

Sebastian took a deep breath and decided to do the opposite and tease Edwart like he teased Sebastian. He smiled mischievously. “Why not?”

Edwart swallowed thickly. “Because it’s… improper.”

Sebastian laughed. “ ‘Improper’? Is that what we’re going to call a passionate kissing alone in the astronomy tower?”

Edwart looked to the ground unsure what to do so Sebastian brought him close by his hips. “You don’t have to act all timid, you know? I love this… side of you.”

“Screw it,” Edwart whispered. With that, he lost all temperance and restraint he had and just kissed the boy who’s been teasing him for the past minutes. Sebastian smiled into the kiss as he got exactly what he wanted. They were making out for a while. Getting to know each other's lips and shapes of body. Edwart was making god-awful sounds that Sebastian seemed to enjoy. Edwart grabbed at Sebastian's neck to try and devour that warmth emanating from him. They were enjoying each other with no lines on what was proper and what was not. Not like Edwart cared about it right now.

“I hear you made up.”

Their carefree moment was suddenly interrupted by…“Ominis-” Sebastian said with a huff in his voice.

“You see there are moments where I am grateful for not having sight. This is one of them.”

Edwart also was glad Ominis could not see him in a state like this. He hated to show people around a side different from the calm, collected and logical one. Even though Ominis witnessed Edwart in a worse state than a blushed mess. It still made him a tad uncomfortable.

Sebastian was the first person Edwart decided to show his passionate side.

He could say he started to love this boy.

“I’m sorry but...” Sebastian’s voice brought Edwart back down to earth. “What are you doing here Ominis?”

“I was looking for you,” he replied. “I can't get to our dorm. I left my key in the history of magic class.” 

“I’ll go with you, just give me a moment.”

Ominis nodded his head. As Edwart decided this was the perfect moment to apologise. Edwart cleared his throat. “I'm sorry for the way I behaved in the Undercroft recently.”

“That’s okay Edwart.” Ominis smiled. “I understand.”

“Great now that we've all apologised.” Sebastian cut in. “Ominis go away for a minute. I don't want to traumatise you any further by the noise I’m about to make.”

Ominis scrunched his nose in disgust and took a few steps back to await Sebastian further by the stairs.

Edwart chuckled as Sebastian leaned closer. “I must say kissing you was the best thing I felt in a long time. But regarding what you said earlier if you wish to take things slower. That's no problem.”

“Thank you. I wish to act more like the gentleman I am… Today was an exception. ” Edwart smiled.

“Don't worry” Sebastian pecked Edwart's cheek and took a step back. “You can, not be gentleman-like anytime you want. I'll be waiting… Friday at 7. Don't forget.” Sebastian winked mischievously and disappeared behind the stairs with Ominis.

Edwart stayed a bit longer, looking at the far mountains from behind the railing. He leaned on it as he covered his mouth with his hand. He felt himself blushing once again. Edwart took his hand up to fiddle with his new-old scarf and thought how the hell did they end up here?

“How can I forget…”

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MASTERLIST

This is a surprise spin-off. As a thank you for every single person who's been reading my stuff. As you know, today is my birthday and I hope to bring you something nice:)) Enjoy. More to come soon.

[dolphingirl1234]

Okay, could we have a breakdown of the cone snail episode because it shows so much character development it's unreal.

I've been putting off analysing this episode for song long because everyone does it but since you asked nicely-

He's terrified when Dashi explains the roaring 40s (they are actually real things, theres also the furious 50s and the screaming 60s no I'm not making this up)

Welcome to episode 13639274 of Peso And Role Model #1. Here we find Peso and Role Model in their natural habitat; staring wistfully out the window and intensely foreshadowing. Peso wants to know everything that Role Model knows, and Role Model is happy to flex their Role Modelling skills.

Peso did it with no practise at all you're not as cool as you think-

But for real though, Peso had no practise - he just read a few pages of a manual he didn't understand anyway and he just got up and did it seamlessly when he had to not 2 hours later.

You wrote it babe why are you reading it when clearly you already know how to pilot the ship I'm sorry my mind doesn't like this

Peso is genuinely confused why Barnacles was asking him of all people to read the manual. The other crew members would be much better for the job because they're stronger and have more experience. But Barnacles asked Peso. He knows he can do it.

If Barnacles thinks he can do it, Peso will try. And you bet he read that book for the entire time before the world started blowing up and he had to go do doctor things.

No pic for this but we're not gonna mention that cone snail stings can and will kill you if not treated within the first hour because every single person on that ship should be dead right now.

Ok we're getting to the good stuff now...

Barnacles gets special treatment because Peso doesn't wanna lose his Role Model #1. He's on his own now. No one to help him except for the Vegimals but we all know they're not much help in this situation.

Do I even need an explanation for this one??

He knows he has to do it. He's the only one who can.

(Sorry about the goofy screenshot lol)

Barnacles got this psychology thing going and Peso's like "what does that even mean??" and completely ignores it, but then it gets him thinking:

This is Peso's big break moment. This sets the scene for his entire character for the rest of the show. Realising he's actually doing something that's inside his comfort zone is relieving and means that he can do it.

He's proud of himself and he knows Barnacles is gonna be proud of him too, and he's so glad that everyone is safe despite the fact that everyone he loves is dying under his care /j

Barnacles got to watch Peso actively overcoming his fears and saving literally everyone on the ship. Peso's entire character arc happens in this one episode, and Barnacles is so proud of his little boi.

No need to be modest babe we all know you're awesome.

Anyway that's the end of this analysis, it wasn't as good as the last one and I've seen better ones on this episode (which of course I cannot find when I need them for inspiration)

If anyway has any more episodes or characters you want me to analyse (or literally anything else tbh) please put it in the ask thing I love getting asks!!

[being-worthy]

Guns N’ Roses - 3½ hour concert (and a long Slash guitar solo)!!

(This is my 2nd attempt writing this because Tumblr's automatic saving is shitty.)

I know, I know... I'm soooooooooooooooo freaking late with this...

But I had some issues, health and mostly to do with work, and my dumb manager who changes his mind more than a Kardashian changes her clothes in a day. (I hope to quit it soon and hopefully with a new/better job in the horizon.)

But without further ado, let's get to the GNR concert.

The concert was at the Cívitas Metropolitano on Friday, 9th June 23 in Madrid. The weather was nice and warm, a bit cloudy but no rain thankfully, since it had been raining cats and dogs at the beginning of the week. Although there were around 40,000 people present, the home stadium of Atlético Madrid was not fully filled, sadly.

Let's start with the negative parts...

The music started, and I don't mean GNR, but the opening act was not until almost 4 hours later(!!) than its scheduled time.

Apparently, and this is just a rumour. Still, I heard this from many many many security staff members, volunteers, and last but not least, even GNR staff members that it was because Axl was being a little diva and didn't show up until like an hour later after everyone had already been at the venue for rehearsal. The security staff couldn't even have their lunch break on time but only 2 hours later! Imagine these people are on-site since the wee hours of the morning and might have water and a snack here and there, but not proper food in them and you've to wait an extra 2 hours for your lunch and the guys for the next shift. Once I was at the entrance of the venue, I could hear Axl practising which was great but I wanted them to get some food and to get to the main event already!

Moreover, they were supposed to practise the day before but this was cancelled due to rain and I WAS THERE to check out the venue (and totally not because my silly butt mistook the dates 🤣) and the supposed "rain" was like a few water drops and some wind. Now, I'm not an expert, but I don't see that for a little water, which I wouldn't even consider rain, it'd be necessary to cancel the whole band practice, especially if the whole thing is under a roof and the venue is known for being one hell of a place to get the sound right. I don't consider this very professional, particularly, the part that Axl was late which I was also told that it wasn't the first time (the previous one was that everyone was at the place in the morning but he said that he had to finish his lunch and didn't appear until way after lunchtime). I could've overlooked this if anyone not even necessarily Axl, just anyone had apologised right when the concert started. Nevertheless, it wouldn't be a GNR concert without its shenanigans, I guess.

The organisation left a lot to be desired (again). It was the same story that the GNR staff didn't communicate with the venue staff like last year which I don't understand why this is something so difficult to do? And hundreds of people didn't know where they had to go in order to wait to get inside.

There were some sound problems, especially, because they didn't practise enough and this stadium is known for being difficult and requires a lot of rehearsal (at least, a full day), but it wasn't as bad as last year despite most opinions I've heard, mind you I was front row, like literally in front of the horn which Axl always toots right before Nightrain.

And the last thing, the stage was way too high up compared to the previous year. I could barely see them when Duff and Slash sat in front of the drums and play. I’ve got no clue why they’d raise it up so high. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Now about the positive aspects...

The opening was done by The Pretenders and they were a G-O-O-D F-R-E-A-K-I-N-G choice! They were amazing and brought me many children's memories back 😊.

Chrissie Hynde's voice was so ethereal and she sounded so great!! I loved them so much as a child and I'd like to see them again.

Once the stars of the event appeared, I wanted to smooch Axl sooooo badly!! He started greeting my home with his enunciation in English saying "Spaaaainnnnn" with that "n" nasal typical of him.

There was a moment when Slash was lying on top of the equipment and I wanted to throw myself on top of him 😂 - don't blame me for this, I know I'm not the only one who probably had the same thought.

I loved that they played Yesterdays, Patience, and You Could Be Mine which are some of my favourite songs of them. 😭❤️

But what really really made this event so special and unique to me was when I blew a kiss to Duff and he gave me a full-teeth smile from ear to ear and he look so good and sweet!! I was trying not to pass out of how delicious Slash was with his shirt wide open, glistening from all the sweat (I never wanted to be a drop of sweat so bad in my life like in that moment) and his arms and hands and veins, god dammit his arms!! YUMMY!!!! 🤤 And when I blew a kiss to Slash too... I thought I was done for it for real!! 😍😍😍 He gave me a sexy and devilish smirk combined with a wink and made this gesture but showing his long and big tongue fully out:

I was ready for heaven/hell to take me.

And yes, my loins were very on hellfire at that moment!

The concert ended around 0.57 am and it was quite an adventure to get back to my accommodation and fight my way through thousands of people to get to the last train of the day.

Here's the list of the songs they played:

It’s So Easy

Bad Obsession

Chinese Democracy

Mr. Brownstone

Slither (Velvet Revolver version)

Welcome to the Jungle

Pretty Tied Up

Reckless Life

Double Talkin’ Jive

Hard Skool

Absurd

Live and Let Die (Wings version)

Wichita Lineman (Jimmy Webb version)

You Could Be Mine

Estranged

Down on the Farm (UK Subs version)

Rocket Queen

Anything Goes

T.V. Eye (The Stooges version) (and baby boy Duff sung! He should sing more!)

There Was a Time

Don’t Cry

Shadow of Your Love

Civil War

Long Slash guitar solo

Sweet Child o’ Mine

November Rain

This I Love

Locomotive

Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door (Bob Dylan version)

Nightrain

Extras:

Yesterdays

Patience

Paradise City

I'd have preferred it if everything had been better organised and if there had been some more interaction from Axl and the rest with the audience. I mean, it's not that difficult to include your audience one way or another. We didn't even get a 'thank you' at the end, but one thing I want to tell everyone is to stop comparing then and now, whether you've had the honour to see them in the past or not, just enjoy it as much as possible and stop saying crap like "he sounded better back then and now he sounds like a chipmunk" or "they've gained so much weight", or any other nonsense like it. To everyone saying shit like this, bugger off!! 🖕

Overall, I give the concert a solid 9/10.

Last picture credits to Guns N' Roses.

[soil-just-needs-water-to-be]

Chapter five

Word count :1885

Mention: vomit and sickness , medication and still light anxiety

If you’ve been reading so far, who’s everyone’s favourites so far , I love writing the interactions between Louis and the lads

(I don’t know if have the age gap right but in this I’ve written Lou to be around 7)

I finish up in the shower the heat in the bathroom from the shower was just genuinely irritating so I didn't stay in very long , I can say I probably smell and look a lot better than I did 20 minutes ago but I can't say I feel any better maybe even worse but hey we push on. I lay on my bed wrapped in my towel for about a half hour where I just sit and watch YouTube videos. While I was in the shower Jamie and Ross had sent messages asking where I was at lunch, so I replied to them both just saying I went home but not to worry I'm fine. I know they'll worry but its okay if I say I'm fine. I have an hour or so till work after my YouTube video finishes so I find an old GCSE paper for History and just try to work through that, It involves a lot of essay writing and answering really big questions, This particular paper is about historic medical practises and I can chat on about that all day, working on this really helps me calm down as it's something I know a lot about and can control what happens for a while , during the world crumbling and spiralling out of control around me. I time it too make sure Ill be able to do it correctly on the day, The general exam is an hour and a half long, so I try to complete it in an hour and fifteen minutes, so it gives me at least fifteen minutes to get ready for work and leave. I do well with it and complete it just in time. Now I must get ready for work I put on my skinny jeans and converse and the t shirt that I need to wear for work and pull my hoodie over the top. The journey takes about 10 minutes on my bike, so I jump on my bike and start heading to work. I also just realised my mum never came home so she must be working later .Work isn't too busy when I clock in so it wont be too bad but I head over to my manager and ask him if I can just do some stock taking out back as I'm only here for a few hours and my head is splitting but a lot of stock taking has already been done so I have to go out and just make coffees for people which I was really hoping to avoid but hey ho. I clock in and start working. Its not all the busy all that comes in is a few school kids as its 3:30 and school has just finished. I'm in for about twenty minutes when I hear Ross and Jamie come in loud as ever "MATTY" I hear them calling from the door and I wave them over they come bounding over and sit on the stalls at the front coffee bar and I slide over to them "Hey guys."

"Hiya mate, can we get two lattes."

"You sure can" I busy myself with making their coffees. Hoping to God, they don't ask me why I went home early but I know they will. Once I hand them over, they both drop their bags next to them and get comfortable "So why'd you go home early."

"Just didn't feel great, you know how it is "I shrug trying to be nonchalant about it.

"Miss Conners came to speak to us at lunch asking us to keep an eye on you, do we have to be concerned" Ross speaks up.

"No bro honestly, I'm fine, I wish everyone would stop asking me."

I move over to the other end of the bar and serve an older looking women who has been waiting a couple of minutes just to get away from the guys for a second "Hello Miss , what can I get for you?" she ponders for a minute about what she would like "Can I just get a cappuccino please young man"

"Of course, you can, if you'd like to go sit down, Ill bring it over to you once I've finished it, Is that okay." I watch her walk off and make her cappuccino ,my hands are shaking again. These damn shakes need to stop. I locate her table and slowly make my way over trying not to spill it everywhere.

"You're a little shaky there Darling." Of course, someone would notice. I place the mug on the table in front of her "I'm just a little cold is all." I plaster on a smile and lets her know if she needs anything else all she must do is ask.

I make my way back to Jamie and Ross and try to tune into there conversation "I'm sorry guys I swear I'm not trying to be moody with you guys, I'm just tired and its so noisy in here, everything is buzzy." It's not that loud but the noises of all the machine and the few conversations everything is buzzing and it's a lot. "Mate its alright we get it."

There isn't all the much to do on my shift it's not that busy, so I spend a lot of it cleaning up and just talking to Jamie and Ross having them around is helping. Were just talking about the next football game that's on the television in a few days, then about the demo were setting up for Mr Hardy. The shift goes a lot quicker than I thought it would.

Once I've finished another round of nausea flies through me but I really try to ignore it but by the time I make it outside with the guys a few strides in front of me the chill in the air makes it too much for me to deal with and I end up throwing up on the pavement next to me. The guys must have heard me retching and came over to me. I feel Ross' hand on my back, and he starts rubbing it "Mate, we really need to get you home ay." I lean into Ross as he starts walking me back. "Jamie, can you take my bike."

"Sure, thing mate." Jamie jumps onto my bike and rides slowly next to us we don't speak much because they know if they ask ill just blow my top. It doesn't feel like it takes to long to get back to my place, I can tell everyone is home now because all the cars are in the driveway, I ask Jamie just to leave my bike leaning against the fence as he leaves Ross and I to it.

Ross helps me inside "Hiya Denise can you come get Matty." Before I have time to protest my mum is at my side while Ross tries to get me to the couch "Matthew are you okay sweetheart" I can see the worry in my mother's face and I don't want her and my dad to have to cancel there plans "Yeh Mum I'm alight I just feel a little off that's all but Ross is here to help me look after Lou so its alright". I can see her about to protest what I've said, "Mum honestly its fine, has Lou eaten, I can just get him straight to bed if he has"?

"Yes, love he has."

"That's alright then you and dad can get to your thing and ill get him to bed."

She looks at me again and looks between Ross and me. I just nod for extra confidence "Please Mum, I'm fine."

"Alright sweetheart" she looks over to Ross properly now who is standing awkwardly at the end of the couch "look after him alright and if he gets any worse, please phone me."

"I will Denise don't worry."

My parents left not long after then Lou came tumbling down the stairs "Maffu, guess what I did at school today". He stopped dead at the door "ROSSEY"

"Hey kiddo , how you been". He goes bounding over to Ross and flings his arms around him and kisses his cheek. "I've been good Rossey are you looking after me too wif Maffu."

"I sure am Kiddo, Matty needs a little bit of help tonight, he's not feeling very well tonight." Louis waves at me sat on the couch. "What's wrong Maffu?." I look up at them both and smile "Just got a poorly tummy Kiddo that's all."

He jumps down from Ross' hold and comes to sit on my lap and plays with my hair "I can make you better Maffu, you just have to have some medicine, Mummy always gives me medicine when I'm sick." I'm smiling at him holding closely. "You know what Kiddo, your absolutely right, Go show Rossey where Mummy keeps it." He jumps back off my lap and takes Ross through to the kitchen. I lay back on the couch pulling my phone out again and I see have a few texts from George just checking in asking if I'm okay, and if I need anything.

I message him back "Sorry for being so distant this afternoon everything got a little bit hectic , I was working and I had a bit of an episode I'm now with my mate looking after my little brother"

He replies back straight away "You don't need to apologise I just wanted to make sure your okay, an episode ?"

"Just a bout of sickness again, Hey I know this is out of the blue but I feel like it might help ,and you can say no but would you like to facetime tonight when my mate goes home "

"You know what if that's what's going to help then I'd sure love too"

"Thank you"

Just then Ross and Louie come back into the room, Ross sitting next to me and Louie sitting right back on my lap where he previously was and continues playing with my hair. Ross hands me the medicine and I place it on the table in front of me.

"Maffu , You got to have it silly." I smile down at him and ruffle his hair "I'll have some when you go to bed because it makes grownups sleepy, and I have to look after you little one". We stick on the tv and put on the kids' channel for him. Horrid Henry and he cuddles up close to me and I hold him tightly as I know hell fall asleep quite fast.

I was right about 5 minutes into the second episode he falls asleep right on my lap, and I whisper over to Ross "Can you take him up for me I have no strength to carry him right now." He takes Louie in his arms and heads to his room "Make sure you take that yeh." he motions to the medicine. I do and I lay back down on the couch waiting for Ross to come back so I can tell him I'm going to get an early night and that I'll see him tomorrow. He comes back five minutes later, and I tell him just that and he's fully all right with that he gives me a hug goodbye and hopes I get better.

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Kol ruins your dates all the time you lash out and you ask him what his problem is. He doesn't say anything so you scream at him more, he ends up kisses you, then it hits you why. He wants to be with you but he didn't know how to tell you.

Thanks, For Ruining Yet Another Date. | Kol Mikaelson x Reader

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"so you like pasta?" he says "obviously" I say making him laugh. I had been on a date with a guy named Oliver for the past hour. It wasn't a bad date but I had been on far better dates than this.

"right, right you did order pasta, my bad." he chuckles covering his mouth that was full of food "its fine" I laugh gently.

Oliver and i met through a mutual friend from my work, she says that he's a great guy and that a few things could go wrong but not majorly wrong which made me laugh.

"When was the last time you dated someone?" Oliver asks and I shrug "god the last guy I was, uh 3 years maybe. It's been a while thats what I can say. What about you?" I ask politely.

"Way too long ago, maybe a decade? maybe more." he says causing me to raise an eyebrow. "that's long" I say as he scoffs "tell me about it, i mean you know i've talked to women here and there but I never got past talking to them." he says making me laugh out loud.

Noticing that no one else was laughing I quickly stop "it's fine, it's a good story to tell." he says and I nod "yeah it is." I laugh.

The conversation continues, it started getting late so Oliver offered to walk me home since my house wasn't far from the restaurant we were currently eating at.

On the walk home he place his jacket over my shoulders "thanks" I smile to him "just practising for the next date." he shrugs and I chuckle "so when's the next date?" I ask him.

"Never" a voice interrupts followed by the snapping sound of a bone, spinning around I notice Oliver was no where to be seen so I start looking in every possible direction up, left, right, down "OH MY GOD." I scream.

Oliver was dead on the floor, his head almost off his neck I fall to my knees "oliver?" I whisper "Oliver?" I start slapping him, it wasn't bright of me to do, but I did it anyways.

"looks like your date ghosted you." a british voice cuts me off, I look up to see Kol with a smug look on his face as if he was about to crack from his poorly timed joke "you did this!" I say almost wanting to yell at him but not. Instead I slap his cheek as hard as I could, channelling all my anger and turning it into power.

"ouch, i felt that one." he says rubbing his tongue along the inside of his cheek "you better, you just killed my date." I say under my breath "now how are we suppose to get rid of the body Kol." I throw my arms out in the air "oh please, I can get rid of this limp thing in no time, it's fine." he shrugs "NO IT'S NOT FINE" i yell at him "YOU KILLED MY DATE" I continue.

I push him back angrily "YOU ALWAYS DO THIS, I HAVE A GREAT NIGHT AND YOU KILL THEM JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN." now it was dark, the moon was out and it was bright but not bright enough for everyone to see Kol and I standing next to a dead body.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM? WHY DO YOU ALWAYS KILL MY DATES WHY CAN'T YOU KILL BEKAHS OR MARCELS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD." my voice was louder than it had ever been, my anger fuelling the volume of my voice.

Kol stands there, the expression on his face still smug and proud of yet another death that is not only on his hands but also on mine because it was my date.

"WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO TELL SOMEONE WHEN THEY ASK 'HEY WHERE IS OLIVER?' HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO TELL THEM OH THIS PHSYCO THAT I KNOW KILLED HIM RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES AND I DID NOTHING." my voice remained loud, any remaining human or supernatural that was once standing near us had now disappeared at the sound of my furious voice.

"OR SHOULD I JUST SAY THAT AN OLD FRIEND OF MINE CAME TO TOWN, OH DID I MENTION HE IS A MURDEROUS RAGING PSYCHOTIC BITCH." slapping him once more before he grabs my cheeks, pulling me in and placing his lips on mine.

Shit.

After a while he pulls apart, pointing down at Oliver's limp body "just hit a snag." he started scratching the back of his head.

I point between Oliver and Kol "holy shit, i get it now." my jaw drops in amazement, how truly fucked Kol was.

"you, you. Kill my dates because you can't stand me with other people. You want to be the person I go on dates with." I point to him, squinting at him waiting for him to nod "Well I-" "Honesty is the best policy Kol." I places my hands on my hips.

"Don't ever use outdated phrases." he rolls his eyes "Don't lie to me, you love me." I say "You say that when the guy you went on a date with is dead on the floor, y/n, don't flatter yourself." he scoffs.

"But I do." he mumbles walking off I kick Oliver's dead body before running after Kol "Thanks, For Ruining Yet Another Date." I nudge him and he shrugs "I thought you would have gotten a hint the first time." he clears his throat "So we're just leaving him?" I ask Kol and he nods.

"I'm dropping you off and we'll talk about this tomorrow." he says "Now." I grab his arm stopping him "Now?" he says nervously "Yes, Now." I say sternly.

"So I may slightly be in love with you, that's all." he says chuckling shortly afterwards trying to brush it off "wow. how unlucky am I to have a Mikaelson fall in love with me." I smack my lips "very unlucky." he says making me laugh.